Sometimes, when the destruction is too big, it is better to sing.
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I’ll go back to Manhattan,
As if nothin’ ever happened…
The moon, after high-speed impact with a foreign object, continues to wobble for eight hundred years.
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In the beginning,
There was a poem,
“We must pretend
There’s a blue painting
At the end of this poem…”
as if what exists, exists,
so that it can be lost,
Once upon a time, two people drank champagne from a ten-euro bottle…
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It’s gonna be all right. Here comes the sun.
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“They made a statue of us, and put it on a mountaintop,”
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“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.”
– Ernest Hemingway